His skin is my velvet
Skimming over the layer of passion
The vibe that differs him from a boy to a man
In which people are blinded by self jealousy an pride
So to see your eyes must be open
The form which he bears turns to animal beneath a golden heart of romance
The shield he provides from outside chaos this world has befell upon myself is nothing more then a dying fragrance.
Love isn't just a justified action it's satisfactory to a corrupt soul
A soul that has replaced past to seeking a future.
Scars are the bare strokes of what art that have crossed both
Partners skins
Pleasure is the pain that is no longer a fragment of ones self image
The kisses left are no longer memories but reminders to what still touches ones soul.
The light that brings me ease when I can no longer feel at peace with myself, he emits.
The dark is no longer my nightmare but my thank you.
It's my thank you for reminding me of my velvet.
Reminding me of his scent
His embrace
His pain an how I can hold him as he holds me
To show what is presented is real
Tears are no longer useful tools
They have become weapons upon my own image
But my velvet manages to lock them away
No longer am I subjected to a dirty image my mind tricked me to believe
Blood tries to convince me my velvet is cheap
But my velvet has done more then my blood has ever accomplished.
My velvet put a horrific cycle to its downfall
Which is accepting what is right is wrong
My velvet shows otherwise
Fear is an obsolete obstacle
But not to my velvet for nothing will destroy my velvet
